Author's Note: Hey! I can finally publish my stories, so for those of you who read Something to Focus On, I do plan to finish that soon. And I wanted to finish this story last week, but I didn't. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. That being said, I'll accept Bonnie and Enzo, but every time I see Bonnie and Damon interact, I'm sucked right back into "Bamon". Please read and review.

And, of course, I do not own any of the characters. They are the property of LJ Smith and the CW Network.

Mending Fences

"Come on, Bon. Open the door. Let me in. Talk to me. I brought you flowers." Damon pleaded while standing outside the door that had been slammed into his face by his currently pissed off best friend Bonnie.

"I don't think she wants anything to do with you, mate." Enzo explained to Damon. Enzo had fallen in love with Bonnie over the three years that Damon had abandoned his life and chose to desiccate himself in a coffin beside Elena. He listened to Bonnie as she ranted at Damon for being the most self-absorbed vampire on the planet. He comforted her while she bawled her eyes out at the thought of losing the two people she loved - both Elena and Damon. He protected Bonnie from the armory and his supposed family. He treasured Bonnie for her independence, her survival instincts, her compassion, her loyalty, her wit and her beauty. He did not like to see her in pain. And she was in pain. As much as she hated Damon for his selfish and cowardly choice, Enzo knew that a part of Bonnie had loved Damon. He did not want that part of her to disrupt what he had found with her: happiness.

"Then, she can tell me that herself." Damon replied.

"She doesn't want to talk to you, Damon." Enzo was starting to get angry. Couldn't he take a hint?

"C'mon Bonnie. Let me inside. I just want to explain." Damon reasoned. He figured Ms. Martyr herself would not be able to hold a grudge against him if he could just talk to her face to face.

"Go away, Damon. I'm not interested in anything you have to say."

"You heard her, mate. Just leave. You're upsetting her."

"Exactly. I heard her. She was talking to me. If she'd open the door, she can talk to me face to face."

With an exasperated sigh, Bonnie yanked the door open. "What do you want, Damon?"

"I want to talk to you." Damon said, feeling contrite. He knew he had made the right choice three years ago, but he didn't realize how much it would affect Bonnie. Seeing how furious she was at him, he questioned his decision to not say good-bye to her in person. If only he could make her see that he did it for her. Well, for her and his brother. "I'm sorry Bonnie. I brought you flowers."

"Yeah, you said that," quipped Bonnie.

"I explained it all in the letter. Did you read my letter?" Damon took a step closer as Bonnie took a step backward closer to Enzo.

"I wasn't interested in anything you had to say. So, whatever your reason for leaving, maybe you should just leave again. I don't need you here. We don't need you here."

"Just let me explain." Damon tried again. He didn't want to beg Bonnie…especially not in front of Enzo. But, he wanted a chance to set the record straight with her.

"Why are you even here?"

"Because I wanted to see you Bonnie. You're my best friend."

"Correction. Was your best friend. And then you abandoned me. And I moved on."

"To another version of me."

"Don't start, mate." Enzo snarled. "Besides, we really should be going. I promised I would find a cure. You're not going to die on my watch Bonnie Bennett." Enzo lifted Bonnie's delicate hand to lips and placed a small kiss on the back of her hand.

"I get it. You two are together now." Damon said while raising his hands in silent surrender.

"We are. And you should leave now. Besides, shouldn't you be ecstatic?"

"And why is that?" inquired Damon.

"If I die, for real this time, you can finally be reunited with Elena. Isn't that what you've wanted all along."

"Don't do that, Bonnie!" Damon practically yelled. "Don't trivialize your life! I would never want you dead. You know that! You should know that! You used to know that!"

"I guess some things get lost when your supposed best friend abandons you."

"I can explain if you give me the chance." Damon reiterated.

"As fun as this is…listening to you two bicker, we really must be going." Enzo interjected.

"Fine. But, he doesn't need to come with us. We can handle this. The two of us." Bonnie insisted.

"You're going to need my help, Bonnie, if you want to find a cure."

"We don't need your help." Bonnie emphasized, gesturing between herself and Enzo.

"Yes, you do. And you know it." Damon argued.

"We really should be going." Enzo commented. He clasped Bonnie's hand as he tried to brush past Damon.

"Let me help you, Bonnie. I can help you."

"Enzo can help me."

"I can help you." Damon corrected. He knew that if he could get Bonnie to agree to let her guard down, he could prove to her how sorry he was and they could resume their friendship. He just wanted their relationship to go back to the way it was. "I always help you. And I always come through for you. Trust me. I can help you."

"Not anymore, mate. I am the one who will save her. After all, I've been here for her these past 3 years." Enzo sneered. He was tired of Damon try to insert his presence into their lives.

"You know you're going to need my help." Damon added with his signature smirk. "Enzo is good, but I'm better. I just saved Stefan. I can save you too." Placing the flowers on a nearby table, he waited for the decision he was certain would come.

"Fine," edged out Bonnie. "You can help. But don't expect me to forgive you. Ever."

"Stranger things have happened." Damon offered, gesturing to the two of them.

"If we can actually be on our way..." Enzo began. "Love, we really need to talk to someone. I have an idea about who we should start with."